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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's new room is up a floor from his old one and at the east end of the corridor. Inside they arefrankly ridiculous. Romanesque with vaulted ceilings with edges with frescos of animals, rich tiled floors that are warm underfoot.

The cross shaped layout and columns create discreet niches - one with a large bed; another lined with books and a map of the world as known in his time painted on the wall, a third holding several large couches circling his harpsichord.

The east side opens onto a glassed-in portico with a stunning view of the snow speckled garden.

A door off the bed chamber leads to a more modern but still Romanesque bathroom with a bath easily large enough for three.

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[cook_the_rude]

"You have the Vikings," Hannibal says, "the conqueror and his monk -- and I have Will."

Yes. He does.

[thewidewideworld]

"And we have each other. And all that we share." He adds.

Part of him wonders how much he really has Athelstan anymore. Or Ragnar, as one pines for lose of the other.

[cook_the_rude]

"But only here, not in our worlds," Hannibal says. "All I might have of you back in my world would be your skeleton and grave goods in a museum."

[thewidewideworld]

"If I have a grave, marked with any worldly goods. More like my bones will be scattered some lonely place. It matters little, compare to the to the treads I have touched, or the ripples I have left on the weave." He smiles distantly, warmed by the thought.

"And as for you," he kisses Hannibal's knuckles, "in your mind is a great and beautiful palace. Look for me there, and you will always find me singing."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal runs his fingers through Sinric's wet hair.

"I would miss you if I couldn't come back here," he says softly.

[thewidewideworld]

"And I you, when the door and the years part us." He kisses Hannibal's cheek, resting their foreheads together. "But here and now, in this moment and in this bath, we have all of each other. Let us not say goodbye till it is time."

[cook_the_rude]

"We might not know when the time comes," Hannibal says. "Even you might be surprised by the turn of reality one day."

[thewidewideworld]

"True." Sinric smiles. "But I would rather celebrating having you, than mourn the loss of you while you're still in my arms."

"The weave always in flux under the wearer's hand. And even I cannot see which thread holds the strongest path until the choice is made."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal tilts his head to kiss Sinric.

"That is as good a way to describe it as any," he says, approvingly. "And it's what it feels like for me as well."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric hums into the kiss, caressing Hannibal's cheek. He straddles Hannibal's lap, not mounting him, simply snuggling close. "I think I shall learn the violin. Not through Sin's training but of my own."

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal pulls him comfortably close.

"That would be very interesting to see."

[thewidewideworld]

He settles, resting his head on Hannibal's shoulder. "Ganymede and I spoke of you recently. Of how we might spend an evening together, we three. An evening of music and pleasurable company."

[cook_the_rude]

"That might be very interesting and pleasant," Hannibal says. "I'd like that. And all it entails."

[thewidewideworld]

"Then when next I see him, I shall arrange it. Would here in my rooms suit you?"

[cook_the_rude]

"Of course," Hannibal says. "Any of our rooms will fit, I suppose, but yours are probably the most accommodating."

[thewidewideworld]

"Any thing we share - a love of decadent and welcoming spaces."

[cook_the_rude]

"That we do," Hannibal says. "I don't have my own in my world, just now, but enough of it here."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric twines his fingers in Hannibal's. "I wish there was something I could do, to make your plan in your own world more comfortable. But it will end. You will be free again. Of that, I can be sure."

[cook_the_rude]

"Thank you."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses Hannibal's brow, nose and lips before leaning back to smile. "Now come. Come to bed with me. If you'll permit, I'd very much like to fall asleep in your arms tonight."

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes, I would like that very much," Hannibal says. "Thank you once more."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric kisses him, slow and gentle. "Thank you. I'm very grateful for your friendship and your company."

{ooc: fade there?}

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal returns the kiss, sighing contently.


[[OOC: Perfect! Thank you so much!]]